So writes Scaramouche, who quotes this article in Toronto’s radical Muslim Crescent International:
[Mark Steyn] applauded the Serbs’ genocide of Muslims in Bosnia and went on to suggest, “if you cannot outbreed the enemy, cull ‘em.”
Calling Muslims the “enemy”, he was essentially advocating genocide of Muslims everywhere, including Canada.
Finding himself sandwiched between Bible-thumping good-girl Angel and her bad-girl sister Ann, a muscle bound biker named Herschell (Steve Hawkes, star of two obscure Tarzan films) falls under Ann’s seductive spell when she offers him some weed. Quickly becoming a writhing, spastic addict – “I have a feeling I’m hooked!” – the big galoot then gets a job at a turkey farm where he’s fed meat treated with an experimental drug and, like any junkie who eats tainted turkey meat, turns into a man with a giant turkey head.
Without much attention to science or plot logic, Herschell begins fiending for joints in a manner that suggests Hawkes and Grinter may have confused “mary jane” with “horse.”
And this is without even getting into Herschell’s new gig at the world’s most ominous poultry farm, which is run by one of Angel’s square-ass Christian buddies but also supports a lab full of shifty scientists working on, uh, bird-meat stuff. Word to the wise: Proceed cautiously anytime anyone casually slips “If you want to make a little extra money, you can help us with our experiments!” into the conversation on your first day at work. (Then, say NO.)
(PS: Another “1972 crazed Vietnam Vet” movie — Deathdream, a.k.a. The Night Andy Came Home, – airs on TCM this week.)
But what this must-read post is really about is how stupid Ezra Klein is.
How many people were turned off sex by those pictures of hairy, humping hippies, that’s what I want to know.
The black-and-white line drawings by Chris Foss were based on photographs he took of a man he knew well: his colleague Charles Raymond, who was responsible for the colour illustrations. They had first tried using paid models, but found them too expensive and inflexible, so Raymond volunteered to pose for the photographs with his wife, Edeltraud. The couple later recalled it as extremely hard work, particularly since the strikes and power cuts of that year meant the lights could go out at any moment.
I disagree with him that Houseman’s poem is better. Sorry.
Both academic achievement and violent crimes are things that run in families. You know whole families of doctors, lawyers and teachers. Police know whole families of cops and whole families of criminals.
A race is a family, and families tend to behave alike. In Ferguson, we’re seeing one kind of behavior—the same kind Darren Wilson faced when he met Michael Brown walking down the middle of the street.
This “Code Red” thing, like the “Blue-Eyed” seminar is just one more example of the whole “Race Does Not Exist” illusion, the idea that there are no real differences between races, and any differences can be explained by the actions of whites.
The post includes a lot of essential information about I.Q., crime rates and stuff debunking Jane Elliott’s evil “Blue Eyes” classroom exercises, too.
It’s at Taki’s, so the comments should be… interesting…
GM: When I was a teenager, Nazi skinheads were a big thing. They were everywhere and I remember thinking back then that it seemed unusual a group of white teenagers would care so much about Jews and blacks in a country where there were barely any of either. I remember you telling me the government was a huge part of the Nazi movement back then and now it all makes sense.
EZ: Back in the 80s, CSIS (Canada’s CIA) were posing as white supremacists and starting organizations that ended up being very successful. There were probably more government Nazis than there were real Nazis and they ended up creating a movement.
They continued to do this for years. CHRC bureaucrats went on racist message boards and often left more comments than were there naturally.
‘St. Louis Today claims that the suspects wanted to bomb the Gateway Arch in addition to their human targets’
Ed Driscoll writes:
So wanting to make the latest New Yorker cover a reality, in other words:
It’s a sad commentary on sad commentary when a football player makes more sense than almost everybody
It was pretty lonely here at “Maybe both sides are jerks”-ville until Benjamin Watson showed up.
Ann Coulter: ‘While I don’t approve of the looting part, I do approve of the whole throwing-bottles-at-CNN part’
Ann Coulter writes:
About a half-dozen black witnesses supported Officer Wilson’s version of what happened. One was a black woman, who saw the shooting from the Canfield Green apartments. Crying on the stand, she said, “I have a child and that could have been my son.”
And yet, she confirmed all crucial parts of Wilson’s account. She said “the child” (292-pound Big Mike) never had his hands up and the cop only fired when “the baby” was coming at him. “Why won’t that boy stop?” she asked her husband.
I always want to know more about the heroic black witnesses. They are put in a position no white person will ever be in and do the right thing by telling the truth — then go into hiding from “the community” being championed by goo-goo liberals.
White people don’t feel any obligation to defend some thug just because he’s white. Only blacks are expected to lie on behalf of criminals of their own race.
But real heroism doesn’t interest liberals. They only ooh-and-ahh over blacks with rap sheets. The only meaningful white racism anymore is the liberal infantilization of black people.
…Hicks’ brand of political commentary is the sort that, had he not died of pancreatic cancer in 1994, might have evolved in its viewpoint from a left-leaning “the government is out to turn you into blindly accepting sheep who question nothing and do as you are told” to Jones’ rather more right-leaning perspective on “the government is out to turn you into blindly accepting sheep who question nothing and do as your are told.”
You don’t stumble across such things very often these days, particularly when the poet is one of those “MFAs in Creative Writing.”
(Whatever did Kafka and Rilke do without such things…?)
But technically, this is impressive indeed.
I suspect this unfashionably formal poem will be rapidly and heavily anthologized, and even make its way into some curricula, because not only is it uncharacteristically accomplished but it, unfortunately, genuflects at all the right (I mean, left) moments.
I left a comment, the essence of which will be familiar to long time 5FF readers:
An exceptionally fine poem — a rarity these days — with a flawed premise.
America’s militarized police are a disgrace; like police everywhere, they are too often time-serving bureaucrats, but with guns. However, in America, they seem not to have gotten the message that RoboCop was supposed to be satire.
That said, the idea that individuals are being shot by cops “just because of the color of their skin” and that hair color (or eye color) is an apt metaphor for skin color, is something out of Sesame Street — or, in the latter case, cruel Maoist child abuse disguised as a progressive social experiment. (And praised as such by the same people who are forever bullying us about “bullying.”)
Race is not just a social construct. Ask sickle cell anemia (if you could.) If it were such, then surely forensic anthropology is no more than modern-day phrenology and should be condemned, no?
I’m just a lowly Canadian (who wishes Michael Moore would stop telling lies about us, btw.) But if you’ll permit another outsider’s perspective…
“Always glad to help. The answer is that if you account for one obvious cultural difference–the larger black population in the United States–the United States of America’s murder rate is pretty much the same as ours, despite the huge disparity in handgun ownership. Black Americans are 13% of the U.S. population and commit over half of America’s homicides.
“Follow that last link and you’ll see that, according to the FBI at least, the non-black U.S. population of 244 million committed 5,447 murders in 2001. (That’s not counting the statistical outlier of Sept. 11, of course.) The Canadian government doesn’t break down its figures by race, but the Canadian Centre for Justice Statistics’ 2000 figures show 542 homicides in Canada–a typical figure–amongst about 28 million Canadians. Our murder rate for the whole populace is 87% of the rate amongst U.S. non-blacks. If you were to try and establish a non-black Canadian murder rate by removing the negligible number of Canadian blacks from the numerator and the denominator, the resulting rate would certainly be lower than 87%, but not by more than a couple of points.
“Of course, if you’re determined not to believe “cultural differences” count for anything, none of this is relevant. Still, the stats are right there in (cough, cough) black and white. To me it looks very much as if factor A, the difference in ethnic makeup, massively outweighs factor B, the difference in gun policy. Damian’s not wrong to bring up factor B, but doesn’t mention factor A at all. I thought someone ought to.”